Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.